Jan 7, 2025
"Ve insan en çok göğe vurgun;
sonra zifiriye,şiire ve hep Allah'a."
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"Ve insan en çok göğe vurgun;
sonra zifiriye,şiire ve hep Allah'a."
"Acı duymak ruhun fiyakasıdır."
East Asia/Pacific trip - Part 1 - Dubai, UAE
Not really intersted in UAE or technoluxurious kitch, but I had a layover in Dubai for my trip to East Asia/Pacific
peas hop together
The other day, I held your face between my hands, and your eyes wandered again. Earlier that same day, I inadvertently called us an unmarried couple, and Freud slipped in his grave.
Yesterday, you met me halfway across campus rather than waiting where you said you'd be. I spotted you first. You ran to me with open arms and we held on extra tight. Your absence had been a cast I wore on my arm all week. It seemed so present to me then, I almost asked those around me to sign it. I had sent you tiny updates throughout the days yet it wasn't enough. My lungs need air, my eyes need you in line of sight, my hands need a resting place.
You unsubtly tried to get your friend to leave us on our own. It filled me with unspeakable amusement. Wanting me in a room in which there are no others not being a tease I can quite yet utter.
We stood close enough that there was no space in between us for distractions. I ruffled and reparted your hair. For the first time since I've known you, I had to look away. I couldn't stand it. I wouldn't be able to hide the statement in my gaze. I wouldn't be able to deny the confirmation in yours.
Finding any excuse to share your space isn't a revelation, although these days I find that I am free to be less and less creative. What I once might have second guessed as invasion has quickly become second nature. Almost thoughtless, if my quickening pulse weren't intent on betrayal. Today you pressed me against your side on multiple ocassions. Handling you is one of my favorite pastimes. When your hands start reaching out to reciprocate, there will be no survivors.
You tried to make your friend jealous and I don't think that he cared in the way you had subconsciously hoped. How explicitly you made your point made me giddy. In slightly more words, you said you are mine. To keep and to hold?
Priority and unwavering attention from you. I am overcome by the impulse to run up a mountain and scream into the pillow of clouds at the peak.
As I made conversation with said friend, I found that he already knew about my job. It seems that most people in your life know mundane details about me, and it gives me a rush. I've tried to contain myself with those in my own life because I want to savor this freely, but I wonder if anyone has told you about yourself.
Once again I am writing when I should be doing anything else under the sun, but I want to document every moment of us.
Asia-Pacific Trip: Part 2.3 - Heavy Metal in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia